Deirdre didn't dare to think about it. Just thinking about it gave her a chill.

The next morning, when she came down from upstairs and met Brendan, she was still slightly frightened.

Fortunately, Brendan had completely calmed down. When he saw Deirdre, there was a look of guilt in his eyes. "Deirdre, yesterday..."

"You don't need to say anything." Deirdre resisted the discomfort in her heart. "You didn't do anything to me anyway."

Brendan sounded absent-minded and disgusted with himself. "I won't do it again. Sorry."

He left after eating while Deirdre was still biting a piece of toast in a daze, wondering if she had indeed been too indifferent to him. However, his actions and attitude toward Sam made her feel very uncomfortable.

But right now, her priority was to get rid of Emily quickly. She at least wanted to make Brendan realize what kind of person Emily was.

Mrs. Engel knew the ins and outs of the matter, so it would be better to start with her, but Mrs. Engel had gone abroa